Journal Entry 1: October 22, 2077 6:22am
The name is Elias Daugherty. Friends call me Eli or Ed. Either is fine. I am twenty six years of age. I served my country in the United States army. I served two three year tours. Then got injured on the battlefield. My memory is still very fuzzy on the details. The hospital sent me home six months ago. It's been hell. I can't seem to find my own niche in civilian life. I tried to work for my dad's construction company. Didn't work. Had issues with nail guns and loud noises. He let me go. I then tried working with my grandfather at his steel forge making knives and metal work. I had a knack for it. Then he passed away. So I stopped doing it. Then I kept getting angry at everyone who tried to help me with civilian life. They sent me to a therapist after one bar fight. Which I didn't start by the way.
Anyway, my therapist recently added me into this veteran program. So she gave me this computer on my wrist known as a Pip-Boy to write down my thoughts. See if it helps. I still think it's total hogwash, but hey she is the boss. She think she can figure out the puzzle called my head. Go right ahead. It's going to be a long journey.
Back to what is going on today. Today is the reunion of the men in my unit. I don't want to go because my head has been hurting today, but everyone thinks it will be good for me. They may be right or wrong. I don't know. I can't shake this feeling. I'll update my thoughts later my head is pounding and I need some rest.
Update- October 22, 2077- 16:33pm
The reunion went to total shit. They blamed me for getting hurt and destroying the unit. They all said that I was a traitorous Commie. I got hurt on purpose. Then James the guy who was my best friend and was going to be my best man when I popped the question to the love of my life. This prick pulled a gun out and put it to my head ready to blow my head off. The officers who were there to make sure violence didn't happen, but all they did was turn their backs on me. Whatever. They can go fuck off. I am a true red, white, and blue American. I risked my life for these so called friends of mine. I managed to get out alive that is all that matters to me. I am going to the damn bar. Update later maybe.
Update-2 October 22, 2077 22:10pm
I just got home from the bar. I opted out on drinking and decided to play darts with fellow patrons of the bar. Got some dinner. I am still rather upset about earlier. Good thing I see Dr. Mellow tomorrow and I can talk to her about this shit. Then tell her that this thing on my wrist prevents me from hitting a dart board effectively or it could be from my injuries. Either way. I am venting or telling her that I am never going to another reunion. That was hostile and violent. Then the higher ranks just stood there and watched like they wanted me dead too. I should get some rest. I have an early start in the morning. Update in the morning.
A/N: I hope you all like it.